Then I questioned no further
Why springtime is so fleeting,
Why summer lasts no longer?
Such I often used to wonder,
I have asked many, but received no answer.
Since my love has failed me,
Since his warmth has turned cold,
All his summer to winter,
Then I questioned no more,
Only sensed, deep in thought,
That beauty is perishable,
That the lovely will not last

Dearest Virgin, we are yours;
Show yourself to be our Mother always,
Carve our names upon your heart
Unalterably.
Great is the number of our enemies
Here in this vale of tears;
Save your children, Mother,
From the ruin of sin.